Were full of joy,
At prospects of
Not one, but thousands flee a land of pain and woe
Each searches desperately for a place to go
To find a haven without terror or distress
To find a place of safety
Watching life go bye
A moot point
Condenses here in space time
My God I need you.
My heart reaches out to the
tips of my fingers,
Longing wells from a depth
It is similar to a vegetative state.
All movement is curtailed,
Paralysis sets in.
In buildings tall with concrete wall,
I came to be.
Twelve families a tenement did
share with me.
Did you know that you
Can print a toy car
But not from ink.
Some feelings are joyful
Some feelings are sad
Some feeling are good
and others are glad.
A look of love was what he gave to me
A look of love came from me in return
How could he now be gone to never more
Exchange with me that look I held so dear
Christ, may all that is you flow into me,
May your world and cosmos, be my food and drink.
May your Alpha and Omega, be my life and strength.
Christ with you at my side all has been given.
Go gently into that bright light
Embrace it with your
I use my gift to serve the world
Of body, spirit, mind.
To find the way to cure the pain
Firstly shops specialized then
You had dairies, fruit shops,
Butcheries, news agents, shops for
Hardware, bakeries, and Confectionery
I was there to witness the end,
Of a war that was finally done,
To see the return of the soldiers,
But also the telegrams come.
I have been touched by the poems written by others on this site and I am enjoying reading them. It is good to read the words of people who have put their life experiences on this site for others to read, and be inspired by them. I am happy to have found this place. My poems were written as I was reflecting on my life experiences.I have written most of them years ago and have them in notebooks. As I come across them I type them up on poemhunter.)
Why am I not free?
The person that I want
Why must I feel tied?
To what I was?
What is the cause?
That I am not free,
To be - me?
I long to break the
That ties me to,
Doing the things the way
If only I could see,
What it is that keeps
That does not let me
The knot that ties
To the things I do.
Bird in a cage freer
It knows the reason
It cannot fly,
Back to the sky.
I seeing not what
To be free
To be free
I am old now and I can tell you, I would not change my place with anyone.
Light illuminates. It changes flat shadows into three-dimensional objects and brings them to life for all to see.
Today you smiled, were full of joy at prospects of tomorrow. Now you lie so still, absent, From all you wanted to do, or be. Yet present as you lived to Me.
The empty sky was deaf unto my plea. That emptiness descended now on me.
To see who we truly are and come to know that each of us is part of every star.
What stirs life into you, moves you to dance and sway?
Seeing is a place of light and darkness of revelation and vanishing of revelation of knowing and unknowing.
Go gently into that bright light dear brother.Embrace it with your closing eyes.